𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐄.. - 𝐩𝐫𝐧 & 𝐦𝐣

chapter twelve

Standing in the center of his apartment, having ignored Prince, he swayed side to side with a glass of Bordeaux in his hand to the sound of Sade's 'Promise'.

"You give me the sweetest taboooo." He sang quite a a bit off tune before hearing a knock on his door.

Not turning his music off or down, he walked toward the door, not unlocking the chain, but opening the door just a little to see who it was. Prince, dressed in a gray sweatsuit.

Needless to say, he shut the door and went back to his happy dance, knowing that he would have enough money to probably buy his own studio if he wanted.

The pounding on the door however made it hard to vibe.

"Do you have to ruin this too?" Michael mumbled, trudging toward the door.

"I'll call the police."

"This is New York."

Michael mimicked him as he opened the door.

"What?"

"Can we talk?"

"About WHAT?"

"Us."

"There is no us. There hasn't been an US since you made our relationship a thruple."

"I put it on my life it didn't mean anything. I swear to you. I don't chase anybody and look at me. Sending you flowers every Friday, still writing you letters, keeping tabs on you."

"Because you're controlling."

"Give me another chance."

"No."

"You fed my soul crack and expect to stop now?"

"I stopped when you went to another dealer. Isn't that how that works?"

"Her shit ain't as high quality."

"What was your objective coming to my doorstep like this?"

"I want you back Michael."

"That's not happening so if that's what you're here for you can leave."

"What can I do to fix it?"

"Go to hell Prince, for all I care you can kiss my ass."

"Bend over." He shrugged as Michael got off the couch barebacked, wearing a loose, red pair of sweats.

"Leave. You caused me to miss the song." Michael said, waving him off as he spun the wine in his glass.

"But Michael-"

"Go. Seriously. I don't want you here. You're ruining my night."

"Well that hurt." Prince mumbled, taken aback by the harsh words as Michael replayed the song, only for it to get stuck and play the song before it, which happened to be Is It a Crime.

"See, Sade gets it." Prince said, getting up and approaching him from behind.

"This song is completely different from our situation."

Prince's arms around his waist reminded him of the warmth his body provided— The spark his body sparked beneath his skin, breaking down the wall of the great facade he had been putting on.

Raising his glass to his lips he spoke again.

"You're bad for me and we don't go together."

"But we do. We're yin and yang, we just have to make it work."

"I don't want to get hurt— That's not a hobby I enjoy in my spare time Prince."

"And you won't. I swear." He assured him, resting his head on his shoulder, pecking his cheek.

"I am so stupid." Michael mumbled.

"You're not."

"My common sense is completely against this."

"Fuck your common sense."

"And that's exactly what you did."

"Wanna do it again?"

Michael snickered, allowing his head to fall forward.

"I wanna sleep."

"Can I stay?"

"No."

He pouted.

"Okay fine. Get off me. You're sleeping on the couch."

-END-

**matty b** you thought it was over...